one of the most beautiful tribes i’ve found at tribe.net is the sky pueblo.

it’s odd. someone sent me a picture that made me cry. not for the reasons you might think. first, i was astounded that anyone would think i would want the picture.

honor and delight, a poem rises from nowhere and demands to be written. i oblige.

during morning study, the following ‘popped’ into my head. i find if i don’t write these down immediately, they disappear.

the ‘good old days’ never were. there are always issues and problems. every generation has had them, all the way as far as recorded human history and assuredly even when Og and Ugh were sitting in the caves.

ode-to-the-master-sergeant-021607.mp3 newly written, soon to be recorded. look for the update…

i think i’ve mentioned before that i have so many strings tied to my fingers that i am rapidly becoming raggedy ann. here, yet another, written elsewhere and then, brought here as the reminder it needs for now to be.

just a short note and a smile – today’s Buddhist meditation quote is a line from, of all places, a Beatles song: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. – The Beatles i delight in how it all weaves together.

i had a very insightful and poignant conversation with the master sergeant last night. in the moment of its happening, i knew i would soon write of it. and here i am, doing so…

for some while, i’ve been getting daily horoscopes on my phone. i haven’t yet explored how to get rid of them, for all i keep saying that i am going to… i never quite get ’round to it.